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Chapter 3
Another short one, but this one starts to get into the plot.
“So the doctor visit went all right?” Xander asks the instant Willow
walks into the magic box a week later.
“Xander what are you doing here? Don’t you have a job you should be at?” Willow
asks.
“Yes, but I’m here. And where’s Spike, I thought he insisted upon going with
you to the doctors?” Xander asks, “he promised he would protect you.”
Willow rolls her eyes, “he’s taking
the sewers back, and I’m perfectly safe. And yes, the doctors visit went well,
the doctor says I am about 10 weeks pregnant and I am perfectly healthy as is
the baby. So now that you assured of that should you be at work?”
“Oh! Right, work. “ Xander kisses Anya, “I will see you all later.”
“I swear, they are driving me crazy.” Willow
sighs as she drops into the chair across from Anya.
Anya smirks at Willow, “they care
about you.”
Willow glares back, she had used
the same reassurance on Anya only days before Willow
herself had become the object of Xander and Spike’s protection obsession. Willow
drops her face into her hands, “I guess I just have to put up with it for seven
and a half months,” Willow sighs,
“you only have three months left, lucky you.”
“So how’s living with Spike?” Anya asks, changing the subject.
Willow stops to think for a minute,
“it surprised me, but I actually like living with Spike. I mean we moved out of
the house because living there without Buffy was just to painful and it was
starting to get boring without Dawn in the apartment. Wanna know what the worst
part about living with him is?”
“What?” Anya asks.
“He’s got me watching Passions now, and I’m as addicted as he is.”
Anya smiles, “well I’m sure he keeps it interesting.”
“He cooks for me.” Willow adds.
“You mean he makes you macaroni and cheese from the box, right?” Anya asks.
Willow shakes her head, “apparently
he started watching the cooking channel and he makes me dinner every night when
I get home, it’s really nice.”
Anya laughs, “Spike cooking, that’s funny, should we get him one of those
chef’s jackets?”
“Giving away my secrets are you Red?” Spike asks coming in from the backroom.
Willow grins at Spike, “nope, just
bragging about how good of a cook you are.”
“That’s my secret.” Spike retorts. “Anyway we all know Harris can’t cook.”
Anya’s eyes go wide as she shakes her head, “no, no he can’t.”
Before anything else can be said an arrow with huge flames coming off of it,
follow by dozens more, comes flying in through the windows. “No!” Anya cries,
“not again.”
With a scan of her eyes and a whisper of helada Willow extinguishes all of the
flames before they can do any real damage but the entire room becomes smokey so
that none of them can see the other.
“Watch your backs!” Spike calls out from somewhere in the spoke, “Willow stay
as close to me as possible.”
Before Spike can say anything else a female scream, belonging to either Willow
or Anya pierces the air.
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